[Seoul, South Korean....Polley's Kettle House on...the Hill. The cameras are with EWI Co-Owner Erik Zieba and Commissioner Chad Dupree as they are talking over several Soju Kettles.]
EZ: Man I don't know.
CD: What don't you know?
EZ: Look at the state of affairs in EWI. Randy had to come back out and fight K-9 when he swore he wouldn't go out and fight on an EWI mat.
CD: Hey you have to understand Randy is a wrestler and the itch, sort to say, is there and when it happens you just gotta scratch it.
EZ: Yeah true, but look at the rest of these people. Commando is back. Radder is back doing his own thing. I mean....did we run this thing into the ground?
CD: What? You saying that? You can't be the same person that brought forth a new era in the NthWA Tag Team Division. I know that can't be YOU saying that.
EZ: (laughing) Alright I get your point, but I need something different. Randy has taken off to do his things and I need a break. Chad I want you to run the European tour for EWI with no questions asked.
CD: What? Are you sure?
EZ: Look I know you can do it. Just do what you do best and they're won't be a problem. You are now in charge of the asylum.
CD: Hey. Not a problem boss.
EZ: (both laughing) Would you get serious! HEY JENNY (calls over a waitress to their table) Hey girl can we get two more Kettles? One fruit punch and one lemon lime?
J: Sure thing. Hey where is Rico?
EZ: Rico? Heck I don't know.
J: Well how about Frank, Kim, V, or Christian?
EZ: I haven't seen them in years....why?
J: Well they're here cause I saw them recently.
EZ: (laughing) Yeah right! Did Polley put you up to this?
J: No. I serious.
EZ: Alright then (watches her walk away) Here......back in SK?
CD: You know...you with all those sojus and such. You remind me alot like Kevin Powers.
EZ: Oh don't you start........
[The camera cuts to the Wembely Stadium in London, England. As the camera pans around it picks up tens of thousands of screaming EWI fans waiving their signs and sounding off with several chants for their favorite stars. The camera then cuts to Brett Sanders and Mike Powers who are in the announcer's booth getting ready for tonight's action.]
BS: Welcome one and all to the first of four installments of the EWI’s Eurpoean tour that kicks off right here in London. Welcome to Heatwave in London!


BS: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Heatwave in London and as always I'm joined by Mike....
MP: DANGER POWERS BABY YEAH! It's SMASHING GOOD to be back home!
[The camera pans the crows as the announcers speak. As that is going on a chant of 'Powers' goes through the stadium.]
MP: Can you hear it?
BS: Hear what?
MP: Shh...wait for it....IT'S ALL ABOUT ME BABY YEAH!
BS: What? This crowd isn't chanting for you.
MP: Oh yeah?
[Mike Powers stands on his chair and the crowd is going nuts and cheers for the London native.]
MP: YEAH BABY YEAH!
BS: Now I've seen it all. Tonight folks we have a blockbuster of a show for tonight. Not only are we going to have three debut matches, but the TV, Tag, and World titles are on the line TONIGHT!
MP: Well let's not screw around man let's get on with it!
Malign and Fear both charge each other at the beginning of the match. Malign gets the upper hand with a kneelift to the stomach and Fear doubles over in pain. Malign then hits a stunned Fear with a knee lift, causing Fear to stumbles out of the ring. Malign steps over the top rope and comes off the apron with a double axe handle, but Fear moves to the side and catches Malign with a boot to the stomach and then a quick ddt on the floor. Fear slides back into the ring to break the count, but slides right back out. Fear grabs a dazed Malign and tries to whip him into the ringsteps, but Malign reverses it and Fear hits the steps hard. The steel steps go flying and Fear grabs his back in pain. Malign snickers at the fans. Malign throws Fear back into the ring and follows him in. Malign sends him into the far ropes, but Fear comes back with a flying clothesline sending Malign to the mat. Fear gets up and starts playing to the crowd. Malign quickly gets to his feet and taps Fear on the shoulder, Fear turns around and goes for a ride via the Chokeslam. Malign goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Fear shakes the cob webs and hooks a Cobra Clutch on the bigger Malign. Malign goes down to one knee and Fear jumps on his back. Malign then gets up and rams Fear into the turnbuckles. Fear stumbles out and Malign grabs Fear in a Pump Handle and then Drops him in a Powerbomb. Malign gets the One Two Three.
BS: What a debut by Malign.
MP: Oh yeah baby he's sure to go far, but he's not an International Man of Mystery like I am YEAH!
BS: I think your ego is getting the best of you. Coming up we've got The Night Cripplers versus X-Ta-C and that's NEXT!
[Before the camera fades out it picks up, in the parking lot area, The Electric Company , Go and Ma, along with their valets Yuri and Minako coming out of a car and heading to the arena.]
BS: The Electric Company? But they're not on the card tonight! We'll be back!
[Previews of Shockwave in Barcelona]
The match started off with The Cripplers taking full control of Exotic and Nightmare from the early going. At one point, while Scott Hunter was laying into Nightmare with several elbows into the corner, he tagged out to his partner Chris Titan. As Titan was getting into the ring Hunter wrapped up Nightmare in a full nelson while Titan waited and then connected with a superkick to the face of Nightmare. Hunter then took that momentum and dropped Nightmare into a devestating German Suplex. At around the four minute mark Hunter was about to lift Erotic onto his shoulders until a voice came over the sound system in Welbely Stadium.
VOICE: Yo Night Cripplers.
Everyone turns to see "Techno" Shane Taylor standing at the end of the aisle with a microphone in hand.
TAYLOR: That's right, I'm talkin to you. Let me tell you somethin, fellas. I don't care how big you are. I don't care if you're 20 feet tall. Because the bigger you are, the dumber you are. Example: I'm just rambling here. And you're listening to every word I'm saying. This is just a distraction, and you fell for it.
As Taylor is talking, "Real Deal" Rob Styles comes out from the crowd with a steel chair. He runs into the ring behind Chris Titan and waffles him across the back with the chair. Titan falls to his knees. He turns around to get up and Styles nails Titan square in the head with a mean chairshot, denting the chair. Titan is momentarily dazed, but quickly shakes it off. He rises over the much smaller Styles, looking down at him. Styles panics, dropping the chair and running out of the ring as fast as possible. Titan chases him through the crowd and out the front entrance while Scott Hunter runs down the aisle toward Shane Taylor, chasing him back into the locker room.
MP: Oh it looks like The Showstoppers are trying to get some sort of revenge on the team that replaced them in The Inner Circle.
BS: Wellt that is what it seems to be, but something interesting comes to mind. In the OLD TCW The Night Cripplers retired the belts and in the NthWA The Showstoppers did the same.
MP: So...what are you getting at?
BS: That this little feud might be a little deeper than what the fans are seeing.
MP: Oh there are just too many belts in EWI. Where is Simply Stunning when you need them.
BS: Coming up next we've got 'Fire Warrior' Toshiro Takemitsu taking on Flame and that is NEXT!
MP: Someone else followed us from Japan?
[Before the break the camera cuts to a armored car in the backstage parking lot area.]
MP: And what is this about? First The Electric Company and now this?
BS: I don't know, but I'm willing to bet we'll find out tonight!
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Flame looked apprehensive in the opening moments, but locked up with Takemitsu. Takemitsu gets the advantage with a knee to the midsection. He follows up right away with a windmill suplex that's good for a 2-count. Both men get back up, and Flame goes for a kick to the midsection, but Toshiro blocks and counters with an exploder suplex. Takemitsu pulls Flame to his feet and looks out to the crowd for approval and they cheer wildly. He whips Smith to the ropes and executes his Tiger Driver 2000 maneuver. The pinfall is academic after that.
BS: What an impressive victory for Takemitsu here tonight. With talent like this coming into EWI ...well things are looking up considering who we have lost in the past.
MP: Well some toughed it out and others left when the change came. I'm all about change baby YEAH!
[Powers gets back on his chair and the chants of 'POWERS' start up again as Mike Powers hams it up to the crowd.]
BS: I see it and I still don't believe it. Coming up next folks we've got the returning Mercenary in action NEXT!
[Previews of Heatwave in France show.]
Mercenary attacks Justin Lynn as soon as the bell sounds. Mercenary with a barrage of lefts and rights stun Justin Lynn. Mercenary cocks back and levels Justin Lynn with a haymaker. Mercenary wastes no time and pulls Justin Lynn to his feet and delivers a Swinging Neckbreaker. Justin Lynn grabs his neck and rolls on the mat. Mercenary drops a leg on Justin Lynn. Mercenary goes for the pin but Justin Lynn kicks out after two. Justin Lynn mounts an offense and catches Mercenary with some lefts and rights of his own and then sends Mercenary into the far ropes, but Mercenary ducks under a clothesline and applies a sleeper. Justin Lynn fights, but Mercenary locks it in and Lynn falls to his knees and Mercenary stands on his knees. Justin Lynn submits.
BS: Mercenary is back and it's like he never lost his place in that ring.
MP: Well with Mercenary one has to wonder when and where will he strike next against Manifest Destiny. Did you see MD's work in his face?
BS: What MD did was uncalled for and if Mercenary thinks this is the best way to get them back then so be it. Coming up next we've got The Showstoppers taking on Tribal Instinct NEXT!
BS: Welcome back folks. Our next match is going to pit The Showstoppers against Tribal Instinct in what has to be an interesting encounter.
MP: Oh you are so very right. These two have a history that leads back to the NthWA when Tribal Instinct tried to pry the belts off of The Showstoppers, but was not able to do it.
BS: And now with The Tribe making sure that The Showstoppers would looset that number one ranking they might just go for a little bit more. Let's take it to Mark Bravo who is already in the ring.
MB: (Dream Theater's "Beyond This Life" kicks out) And their opponents, hailing from Mission Beach, California..."Real Deal" Rob Styles and "Techno" Shane Taylor...The Showstoppers!
The music plays, but no one comes out. After a few moments, the music stops. The announcer is instructed to announce them again.
MB: (Dream Theater's "Beyond This Life" plays again) Ahem...hailing from Mission Beach, California..."Real Deal" Rob Styles and "Techno" Shane Taylor...The Showstoppers!
Again, the Showstoppers don't come out. The music stops.
MB: I have been instructed by the referee that the match start now. The Showstoppers will be given 20 seconds to come down to the ring. If they do not show, they will be counted out and Tribal Instinct will be awarded the victory.
The bell rings. Tribal Instinct stand in the ring, waiting for the Showstoppers. Both of them want to get their hands on the Showstoppers. The fans become restless and begin booing. They want to see some action. After 20 seconds, the bell rings and the announcer takes the mic once again.
Ann: Due to the Showstoppers failure to report to the ring for this match, they have been counted out. The winners of the match...Tribal Instinct!
The fans boo. Tribal Instinct are steamed. They are instructed by the referee to return to the locker room. Unwillingly, Tribal Instinct leaves the ring and walks toward the locker room. As they near the end of the aisle, The Showstoppers pop out of the curtain holding steel chairs. Styles and Taylor nail Trypp and Brandon with chairshots to the head. The Tribe stumbles back a little. The Showstoppers remove their NthWA tag team titles and hit the Tribe once again, knocking them over. The Showstoppers take the opportunity and wail away on the fallen Tribe with the belts, whipping them. Trypp Williams manages to trip Shane Taylor. He jumps on Taylor and hits him repeatedly with solid punches. The four continue to brawl in the middle of the aisle until EWI officials come down to separate the two teams. The Tribe yell at the Showstoppers while trying to break the restraints of the officials. The Showstoppers willingly let the officials hold them back while yelling profanities at the Tribe. All four men are finally escorted back to the locker room and the chairs cleared from the aisle.
BS: Can you believe it!
MP: The Tribe might have won the match INSIDE of the ring, but they were suckered and plundered OUTSIDE of it!
BS: Folks we've got to take a break. Coming up next it the TV title match....NEXT!
Welcome back folks. During the break when The Showstoppers and Tribal Instinct were seperated The Showstoppers were quick to leave the scene of the crime, but when Tribal Instinct went to go and serch for them.....
[The scene cuts to a tape of what happened earlier while Tribal Instinct were walking in the back looking for The Showstoppers. As Trypp and Brandon are busting open doors looking for Taylor and Styles they are surprised from behind by The Electric Company. As Ma, Go, Yuri, and Minako continue to beat down on the bothers, several of EWI security comes to the aid and pushes back The Electric Company so that Tribal Instinct can get help from the EMT's on hand.]
MP: Well now we know what Ma and Go show up Fo.
BS: Fo?
MP: For you unhip square.
BS: Just because a couple of people....
MP: Oh excuse me while I show you a couple.
[Powers gets back on the chair and the chants start up again in his favor.]
BS: (laughing) Ask and I shall recieve. Let's go to the ring.
BS: Both competitors are in the ring. You can just sense the tension between them.
MP: They do have some history against each other, baby.
BS: They certainly do, and...
["Open Your Eyes" by the Guano Apes cues up and Commissioner Dupree walks out onto the entrance stage holding a microphone.]
BS: Well apparently the Commissioner has something to say.
[Dupree looks out at the capacity crowd and begins speaking as the music dies down.]
CD: I'm well aware of the history between the two of you, and I have a feeling that you two can tear the house down if given the opportunity. Well here's your chance to do just that. I am hereby changing the stipulations of this match and making it a House of Pain match. The rules are simple. You can brawl all over the building if you so desire, but the only way to win...is by submission. Ring the bell!
[Dupree walks off to the back as the bell rings.
BS: It's a whole new ballgame now, folks! Aho and Suicide can do whatever they want to each other now! The champion comes out of nowhere with a clothesline! He throws Suicide out of the ring and we're under way!
MP: Yeah, baby! House of Pain in effect!
BS: Aho grabs up a chair. He tries to nail Suicide between the eyes, but Suicide blocks and there's a dropkick! He dropkicked that chair into the champion's face! Suicide rams Aho's face into the guard rail and he's setting for a piledriver!
MP: Suicide wants to win, baby!
BS: The champion reverses with a backdrop. Aho's got that same chair again...Oh!! He just waffled the challenger with it. Sky Suicide is pulling himself up using the guard rail...but Aho slams that chair into his skull yet again!!
MP: Madness!
BS: Aho's telling the ref to ask Suicide if he wants to give up. Suicide shakes his head no. Aho goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Suicide with an elbow to the face and he delivers the Sky Blaster!
MP: Ya know, Brett, baby, this match could go either way because neither man is what you call a submission expert.
BS: Excellent point, Mike. I suspect that whomever makes a mistake first is likely to lose. Both men are brawling down the aisle now, and this crowd is going nuts! Sky Suicide delivers a stiff shot to the side of Aho's head and the champion is sent reeling.
MP: Put him away, baby!
BS: The referee is checking the champion over. Suicide tries for the Sky Blaster again...but he nails the referee by mistake!! The referee is down!!
MP: Smashing, baby! But we need another ref out here!
BS: Suicide can't believe what he's done. Aho from behind....backdrop driver on the floor!! Here comes another referee. The champion pulls Suicide back up...standing face buster!! Aho tells the ref to ask him.
MP: He's saying no!! Bloody hell...he's not going to give up easy, is he?
BS: Sky Suicide is back up...barely. Aho with a kick to the midsection, but Suicide blocks it...low blow!! The challenger just nailed his opponent in the groin!!
MP: He just gave his under-carriage a little "How's your father" baby!
BS: Suicide is taking this one back to the ring. He throws Aho in and looks under the ring. Uh oh...Suicide has a sledgehammer! What the heck is a sledgehammer doing under the ring?
MP: You got me, baby.
BS: Suicide throws a chair into the ring and he's bringing that sledgehammer in with him. The champion's back to his feet. Suicide swings the sledgehammer but he misses!! Aho with a kick to the midsection!! Screwdriver suplex!!
MP: There goes the neck, baby!
BS: The champion has that sledgehammer!! Oh God!! He drives it into Sky Suicide's midsection!! The crowd is going wild!!
MP: Talk about smashing!!
BS: Evan Aho executes his Ecstasy Tiger Driver on the challenger!! Remember, the loser has to submit!! Aho pulls Suicide to the middle of the ring...and locks on a stretch plum!! Sky Suicide is white with pain!!
MP: His ribs have to be screaming, baby!!
BS: The referee is asking Suicide if he wants to submit... He does!! Sky Suicide could take no more!! Evan Aho retains the Television championship!!
BS: What a match! Aho STILL with a perfect record in EWI retains the title.
MP: Oh I'll admit he's good otherwise Gemini wouldn't have called him out to be one of the first to face him for his world title. Then again....he's not Mike Powers....
BS: The things I have to put up with and only get paid a little bit. Coming up next we've got Amplified against The Motor City Maniacs....NEXT!
[Clawfinger's "Biggest and the Best" begins to play throughout the arena as the words, "Are You Ready..." appear on the Extreme Screen and are then replaced by the words, "...For The Main Event?" a few seconds later. From behind the curtain emerges "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson wearing a metallic gold singlet as well as gloves, elbowpads, kneepads, and boots that are all black. The Extreme title is around his waist. Next to Sampson stands Jeffrey Roberts. The two men walk to the ring with Sampson climbing into the ring and Roberts sliding in under the bottom rope. The ring announcer hands Sampson a microphone and then exits the ring. As Roberts has a seat on one of the top turnbuckles, Sampson looks out at the capacity crowd and begins to speak.]
RS: 'Ello all you limey blokes!
[Crowd boos vehemently.]
RS: As I'm sure you're all aware, I came into possession of a new piece of property in South Korea. Kross, don't say you weren't warned. You arrogantly assumed that because you'd never heard of me that I couldn't possibly take your belt. Surprise! Maybe now you'll wake up and realize that the sun does not rise and fall on yourself. You spoke against inner circles when in truth you hoped to use the very thing you spoke against to defeat me. But now we move on to bigger and better things. Namely...the faction I have ever so lovingly dubbed...the Inner Circle. We may be new in town for the most part, but you'd better believe that we're going to be a very vocal part of things around here. So Harders, Zieba, and Dupree...don't think we're going to make things easy on you around here. With us around, you're going to have headache after headache. We call the shots as pertains to ourselves, and...
["Open Your Eyes" by the Guano Apes starts up, interrupting Sampson's diatribe. The crowd cheers as none other than Commission Chad Dupree walks out from the back and heads to the ring. He climbs into the ring and produces his own microphone from inside his jacket.]
RS: Well, well, well...if it isn't our good friend, Chad Dupree. Say hello, Jeffrey.
[Roberts sneers.]
CD: That's Commissioner Dupree to you, Sampson.
RS: Whatever you say, boss.
CD: You and your partners are certainly full of yourselves, aren't you? Let me tell you something. That new piece of hardware you're toting around might very well make you a member of the EWI elite, but you do not call the shots around here! [Sampson begins to speak.] Ah ah! I'm not done talking yet. Since you're so proud of that Extreme title, how about we let you defend it in...oh, let's see...Shockwave in Barcelona! And since it is the Extreme title and I know you want to defend the title in the nature it's intended to be defended in, you'll face none other than Tabu in a double tables match! And you know, Sampson, I'm feeling generous seeing as it's the holidays, so your match against Tabu will be the main event for Shockwave! Oh, and if any of your cronies show up at ringside, they're suspended immediately. That goes for anyone actually. There'll be no clusterfrick in Spain, so help me!
[The crowd cheers. Sampson smirks at Dupree and then speaks again.]
RS: You know, Cha...um, Commissioner...one of these days you're going to learn that it takes a lot to get something over on me. I will indeed defend my title against Tabu, and since it's the main event--a spot I truly deserve--I'll deliver a performance you're not likely to forget. Let's blow this popsicle stand, Jeff.
[Sampson drops the microphone as "Biggest and the Best" plays again. He and Roberts walk back to the locker room, smugly mocking the crowd. Dupree walks back minutes later.]
BS: Well it's official and sealed. Rob Sampson will put the EWI Extreme Title on the line as he goes one on one with Tabu.
MP: Oh BABY! Tabu! The very same man that did the impossible and buried Dante Inferno at his own game! Oh what a classic match-up!
BS: On that note let's go to the ring where Amplified and The Motor City Maniacs are about to do battle.
MP: I've been waiting for this one. Ever since that four on two attack at Cosmic Encounters the MCM's have been wanting to flex their muscle.